Conspiracy to Impede My Progress

I sometimes forget what an industrialized area I work in. Then I leave for lunch and have 3 trucks blocking the road on one side and a couple gas tankers trying to make it into the lot across the other side.

When I finally got out of the parking lot, there was a train blocking the road. Lucky for me, I (like to imagine I) have some pull in that area, so I called my dad.

Jen: "Dad, one of your trains is keeping me from lunch."

Dad: "It's not ours."

Jen: "It says (insert railroad name here) on the cars!"

Dad: "Did you see the engine?"

Jen: "No."

Dad: "How about the caboose?"

Jen: "Very funny, Dad."

Posted by Jennifer at June 28, 2004 01:37 PM